[JUST LIKE THAT AGAIN]

[JUST LIKE THAT AGAIN]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...

http://youtu.be/gIg3czg5wwY

Just like that and I find myself flipped out in your darkness...

Just like that and here I am again lost in the rush of the blood as it floods my veins and sweeps me away.

Lost in the full onslaught of wanting you...

You my slave and I yours as the wetness and hardness merge to bring we to climaxing relief.

Lick me.. suck me... a man tottering on the edge of exploding into a thousand drops of cum as it covers your skin.

Drops of you that taste of the seas from whence we came.

A vision so splended that if I were to go blind you would be the picture that I replay time and time again on the screen of my memories...

Rub myself to when I find myself alone lost in the feeling of the things that you do to me... have done for me...

Such a beautiful freak that you are... bent over on the side of the road as cars speed by begging me to fill you with my cream...

Standing in the window with your tits pressed against the glass and me driving into you... inscriptions of sweat etched in the glass... foggy blasts of your breath.

 Laying in the grass with me plunging into your depths... the day absorbing our screams and the sound of slapping flesh.

In the bathroom at the club... the dressing room of the store... the corner of the dance floor...

Just like that.

THE FORCE

[THE FORCE]

THE MUSIC... IT IS BY ONE OF MY FAVORITE ARTISTS SO PLEASE LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/9jxe2U59LM0

The gentleness of water trickling over rocks in a mountain stream singing songs as ancient as the earth... reactions of the petals falling to the ground in the breeze. 

One catches the wind and is carried away to some far off place where it becomes food for ants carried across leaves and twigs.

Pulled into the nest where the colony waits on the queen and life is all connected on pheromonic levels.

A seed taking root and bursting through the ceiling leaves cast open to the shining light...

Green blood that converts the suns rays to food.

A year a small tree... many years a mighty oak holding symbiosis in its branches...

Birds of prey and squirrels as they play... 

Testaments to the struggle... reminders of the will to live.

Rain falling to the floor of the world in lulling patterns... a song of pittering and pattering sploches of liquidity...

Lulling and free in the enormousness of all this nature that seems to elude so many as the roar of moderninity threatens to drown us all in its din.

A moment of reflection in the pool of life that reflects the whole of everything that is we.

A second of introspection as it all is made manifest.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

PARTAKE

[PARTAKE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... I TRIED TO FIND SOMETHING THAT EXPRESSED BLACKNESS AS I SEE IT...
http://youtu.be/A1JZaBCbIs8

As delicately as the last gasp of air to a man in a sealed room... the last morsal of food to a man in a cage.
I partake of you.
Sometimes so high in thoughts of you in all the tones of your skin... Brown and golden.
Sometimes so down in the pits at the loss of you that I sit in silence... lost in a thought... falling... falling.
Yet I would never want another but you as we were created to be...
You are memories of my mother and my grandmother... memories of my ancestory.
My connection with the most high and all these earthly things bound together in cohabitation.
As delicately as the wing of a butterfly... The ashes of an important scroll as it crumbles to dust... The last drop of water as the sun beats down in the middle of nowhere.
I partake of you.
You flow in the force of me that wakes me as the day breaks and gains momentum... Floats by the windows of our ship as we embark on these journeys... come to our ends.
Sometimes so amped on you I feel it as my blood speeds up and tingles in my extremities... Hard and soft are you...
Touch my biorhythms.
I partake of you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

WHEN

[WHEN]

THE MUSIC. DON'T SLEEP ON IT. IT TOTALLY FITS THE WRITE...

http://youtu.be/gKGipjI4wpw

When my people were primordial and yours were a distant memory of genetic mutation and climatic influence Allah walked with man... Told him things in the time before time where there were no life spans... 

We were whispered of then

When your people were still a distant memory mine were constructing monuments the world over... Pyramids in Egypt... Pyramids in Puebla...Great Zimbabwe's walls and giant heads in Olmec society.

We existed in the seed that they passed to their women that fertilized the eggs and gave birth to new generations.

When biblical stories were being written about great black men. Adam, Moses ,Noah and Jesus...

When black women were looked on as queens and Judith took the head of Holofernes and held it high, blood dripping from the stump and struck fear in an invading army...

Restored the pride of a people.

We were talked of around fires as men wondered what might the future bring.

When the first slave ship named Jesus sailed the seas and brought belly loads of Africans to a strange beach...

When the first black man was killed in front of in front of a crowd of his peers to assert authority...

When the first strange fruit dangled from a tree and Nat Turner was cooked into hair grease... The first black woman raped and impregnated with caucasoid seed... 

We were talked of in a psychological study called the Willie Lynch Theory which predicted cause and effect as asserted by terror and tricknowledge... Pure fuckery.

When white Jesus became the way we see and anything black made into evil... 

When we were denied the right to read...

The right to assembly...

The right to be...

When they killed Martin, Malcolm and crucified Fred Hampton, we were talked of as the future and predicted to be strong...

Black proud and pumping fists of black power.

That was then and this is now...

Here we stand, lost in the forgetting of when.

[LET ME TIE YOU UP AND FUCK] TOO HOT FOR FACEBOOK

[LET ME TIE YOU UP] TOO STRONG FOR FACEBOOK.

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/8MRfvI8Mwv4

I HAVE ALWAYS HAD A FANTASY OF YOU TIED UP... BOUND ON THE BED... SLAVE TO MY WILL...

THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES... THE FEEL OF YOUR EXCITED BREATH...

I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU CUM UNTIL YOU CRY...

WOMAN, YOU BELONGETH TO ME.

LET ME TICKLE YOUR NIPPLES AND SUCK THEM INTO MY MOUTH... MAKE YOUR TITTIES SWEAT IN ANTICIPATION... FLICK YOUR CLIT AND MAKE YOUR PUSSY LIPS GLEAM WITH THE BEGINNINGS OF YOUR CREAM.

SPREAD YOU AND STRAIGHT BEAT THAT PUSSY, YOU MY SLAVE, I THE BEAST.

TURN YOU OVER AND SPANK THAT ASS... A MOMENT BEFORE I PLUNGE INTO THAT  PUSSY AND PULL YOU BACK , PUSH YOU FORTH,

GIVE YOU THIS DICK AS I WATCH YOUR LIPS GRIP THIS MEAT.

PULL OUT AND KISS THAT PUSSY... IT FEELS SO GOOD AS YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO GIVE YOUR SELF TO THE PRESSURE OF THE BEAST...

POUNDING...

POUNDING.

LETTING YOU TASTE THE MEAT...

SUCK THAT DICK... APPEASE THE BEAST

I WANT TO TIE YOU UP AND FUCK YOU UP.

LOST IN THESE ALLUSIONS OF YOU.

[LOST IN THESE ALLUSIONS OF YOU] THIS POEM CONTAINS IMAGES WHICH MAY BE CONSIDERED GRAPHIC.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN.
http://youtu.be/WEO2yHT-j5k

And here you are at the other end of nubia filling my thoughts on another autumn day... making the blood  flow heavily to my loins... my dick hangeth straightly in its preponderance.

The many flavors of you play across my mind and I am lost in the true beauty of all that you represent. All that we have seen together in the womb of an ancient mother.

Lost am I in the beauty just as my forefathers were... Just as my descendants will be.

I find myself wanting to bathe myself in you... Wash away the past in the curves and folds of your skin.

Slide into you as you slide onto me... feel the satiny grip of your sheath.

If thou art not art then what art thou... I find no shame in you... I feel no shame in you...

I seek to explore your nubian sexuality.

Young and sweet and of the legal age limit.

Aged like the finest quality wine.

Exploring thy various flavors as they flow across the receptors of my tongue... Dark chocolate.

Pecan tan.

Sweet milk chocolate that saturates this rabid mind.

Leave you weak and wet and covered in the cream of our existence... Pretty lotus petals covered in my manly emanations.

No other in existence compares to the pure in you... the naturality of your form so intense a sight that here I find myself again trying to explain.

(BIG BOOTY IN A LINGUISTIC JUNGLE JINGLE)

(BIG BOOTY IN A LINGUISTIC JUNGLE JINGLE)
THE MUSIC AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65ZOrHLUip0&feature=youtube_gdata_player 

I wonder if thou knowest that thy booty doth excite me internally... all off in the Jones in mine bone.
Making me strum these keys like Thelonious... Stroking a song from your skin...Juicy booty all the way from then to now... Dancing round a tribal fire... Covered in sweat... Red reflected in brown eyes...
In the water in Montego bay... Flickering in the waves...backlit by the sand.
Water dropping from the delicious shape of your big behind...
Wetting up my mind in thoughts so salacious that my tongue it doth grow hard... A moments flick across dry lips.
I seek to devour you... Demolish that booty and rebuild it anew... spank it... Play with it, pet it and name it something new...
Yo booty got me bout to lose my damn mind...
Thou dost these things to me when I am lost in these big booty dreams.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY